“What?” Sarah straightened up seeing Joshua and the four other witches step backward. “The barrier is opening up on its own.” He glanced at her warily. Knight, Landon, Adley and Kourtney got serious recalling what Joshua had said before he began trying to reopen the barrier. “Why do you all look surprised? Did you really think they stood a chance against Hezell just because they were Alphas? Bless your delusional heart.” Mendoza's mocking voice came from behind them. “Release me and I'll consider talking to him to at least keep one of you alive. That's the great length I'm willing to go just for old times’ sake.” However, the group ignored her and armed themselves with the guns her pack warriors had taken with them. “Those things you're holding won't deter him.” Mendoza stated the obvious. “I swear if you keep talking you won't be alive to witness what would happen in the next one minute!” Adley glowered, glancing behind her shoulders to look at her. Mendoza frowned and as muc
Jerome Nichols' House,"We've gunned down every werewolf we know about, and for those we are yet to find, we're doing our possible best to bring them in," a Werewolf Hunter stood opposite Lance and reported."What the hell do you think you're doing?" Jerome Nichols yelled at his son as he rushed into the house.Lance dismissed the Werewolf Hunter with a wave of his hand and walked up to Jerome. "Just taking care of business, Dad.""Taking care of business? You're tearing apart everything!" Jerome seethed and looked around him. "Where's Hezell? Why didn't he stop you?"Lance adjusted his tie with a stoic gaze. "Hezell... isn't here."Jerome spun around in disbelief. "Where did he go? And who authorized you to do this then?""He had something to take care of and left the house to me. But then the man he left behind passed on an instruction he had received to me," Lance said and leaned towards his father's right ear. "He said we were in great danger if he didn't call the house seven hours
"I, Alexander Blackwood, Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, hereby reject you, Freya Armstrong, a mere Omega in my pack, as my mate!" Alexander's voice boomed through the chilled night air.Desperation surged within Freya as she begged, "Please, don't do this, Alexander! I beg you!"Before him stood a frail figure, clothed in tattered rags that offered little protection from the biting cold. Her pitiful appearance only fueled Alexander's anger, his eyes gleaming with fury as he violently kicked her away, his words dripping with disdain, "It's Alpha Alexander to you, and a lowly person like you doesn't deserve to have me as a mate!"Turning his gaze to his waiting pack warriors, he barked, "Lock her up for daring to lay her filthy hands on me!"Freya, weakened from laboring all night on an empty stomach, offered no resistance as the warriors dragged her away, heading toward a grim dungeon.In the depths of despair, she caught a glimpse of a sight that twisted the knife of betrayal in her hear
Returning to the kitchen, Freya's stomach growled hungrily, a relentless reminder of its emptiness. She could only salivate at the tantalizing thought of food and tried to calm her ravenous stomach as she surveyed the remnants of dinner in the empty pots.The heaps of plates had also grown in size and number since most of the pack members already had their evening meals.As soon as Freya began cleaning, a hushed voice jolted her to a momentary pause. "No matter what, don't come out," the familiar voice warned from behind, causing her to nearly drop the fragile glass plate she cradled.Mariah, snorted with a mix of amusement and disgust as she strolled forward. "The Alphas have arrived, and they don't seem to be in a very good mood. Who knows what they'd do if they caught sight of an omega."Freya's grip on the plate tightened instinctively, her fingers trembling as Mariah's words hung in the air like a dark cloud as she involuntarily thought of the Alphas' scary reputations. "Or mayb
When Freya slowly blinked her eyes open, the very first thing that greeted her vision was the expanse of a stunning, pristine white ceiling gracefully arching overhead. The soft, comforting illumination from above bathed the room in a gentle, ethereal glow.With a curious glance, she began to survey her surroundings. Every inch of the room seemed to be steeped in this pristine, angelic white. From the chairs to the tables, the entire ambiance exuded an almost otherworldly quality. It was as if she had stepped into a realm where purity and elegance reigned supreme.As her memory started to piece together the fragments of what had transpired before she lost consciousness, her hand instinctively went to her chest. She remembered Mariah resting her leg there before everything went dark. A tremor of uncertainty coursed through her as she tentatively uttered, "Am I dead?"A voice, deep and masculine, emerged from somewhere behind her, shattering the silence. It was a voice that carried a not
Beads of perspiration trickled down Menroe's forehead, his nervousness growing with every passing moment as he felt suffocated by the oppressive atmosphere in the room.His hands moved urgently over various parts of Freya's body, desperately attempting to invoke his healing magic, just as it usually worked when he tended to the pack members. Yet, despite his best efforts, everything he did seemed futile. Freya remained unresponsive, her temperature rising as her complexion turned even paler.The only thing preventing Menroe's throat from being torn out and flung across the room was the stark realization that he was the sole healer in their vicinity.The Alphas had initially contemplated bringing in their own healers, but they quickly dismissed the idea due to the considerable time it would take for them to arrive."Why is she running a fever? Why isn't she healing? Goddammit, where's your damn Alpha?" Steele seethed with frustration, his eyes glaring daggers at Menroe."Mariah was seve
The pack members sat in silence, their spoons tightly gripped in their hands, their eyes fixed on the three Alphas who surrounded Freya, carefully piling food onto her plate.Steele couldn't resist but comment with a sigh, "You should eat more. You look so skinny."Knight and Hunter simultaneously turned their attention to Alexander, who clenched his knife so tightly that it began to bend, saved only by Mariah's quick intervention.The entire pack was on edge, wishing fervently that this was all a terrible nightmare. Everyone in the pack had wronged Freya at some point, and given the Alphas' apparent attachment to her, there was little doubt that punishment would follow if she were to speak up."Freya, isn't there something you'd like to clarify?" Alexander asked, offering her a strained smile when she glanced up at him.Freya stared at him for a moment and attempted to get up, but Hunter firmly held her down."What are you doing? I'm sure Alexander wouldn't mind if you said whatever y
Night fell and soon, it was the morning of the next day. It was wednesday, one of the three days in a week the pack's prisoners were let out to do manual labor for the pack. At six in the morning, numerous pack warriors made their way to the cells. Chained men and women were pulled out of the cells. Among them was a dark-skinned man, tall and lanky, had long messy hair, an overgrown mustache and sharp eyebrows. His lips were thinned as he shut his eyes, attempting to adjust them to the sudden sunlight. When he opened them again, his sharp but tired brown eyes bore into everyone and everything he saw. He seemed fascinated. “Move it!” One of the pack warriors snorted, shoving the man forward. The dark-skinned man was led to a pile of cleaning equipment. He grabbed one of them and joined the rest of the prisoners as they took care of the littered pack. “I haven't seen him before.” Mariah, who had tasked herself with overseeing the work to impress Alexander as always, said, as soon a